Sharp grasses

My mind buzzes like flying things – resting in sharp grasses.

A new thought becomes a rock, tossed into my nest.

Distruption – panicked flight.

In the air and frantically assessing! 

Slowing to settle back onto ground


About debaucherysoup

I've traveled 4 continents, affording me experiences and adventures to last a lifetime. Most important was the exposure to other cultures, beliefs and lifestyles. I'm also mom to one of the most amazing human beings I know.

Posted on March 7, 2014, in Creative Writing and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. …Like a rock thrown into my nest…Yes, exactly.

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